Zhen Guo Princess GL

Chapter 292

It was only after Cui Mingde came out that I realized that her words were so fierce, she seemed to be well prepared for the situation, but she didn't tell me any details--it's nice to say to promote talents, what kind of talents are?Are poets considered talents?Do doctors count as talents?But these people are insignificant to the court.How can I distinguish between those who are crucial to the North Korean situation?As a princess, in the eyes of the people of the time, I should not interfere in the government affairs. If I am really a talented person with a good family background and outstanding character, would I really condescend to vote for me?For example, those who have not yet been ranked, or people with brilliant poetry and prose—even if they are Li Bai and Du Fu—recommended to the court, will it be beneficial?Although Wuyi values ​​the grace of recommendation, it also values ​​clan etiquette, so although I can gain gratitude for promoting them, how much can this gratitude be, and what kind of return can I get?Taking a step back, even if I can find, win over, and recommend these people, will they be in high positions after ten or twenty years?

I believe that Cui Mingde actually has the answers to these questions in his heart, but he deliberately hides them from speaking, not to test me, but to do these things by myself, if she really does these things for me, Then the first thing I want to guard against is probably her. She doesn't say anything, it's out of kindness to me, and it's also an unwritten rule of this thing called "politics".

I wandered and stood in the palace alley, hesitating, and after a long time, I decided to introduce the only one I had in my hand. With my mind set, I walked towards my mother, and after a few steps, I suddenly remembered that this was exactly what Cui Mingde said. As he said, Li Zhaode was so clever that he couldn't help laughing, he walked quickly, and found his mother's bedroom in a short while, found out that she was aroused by chance, and fortunately drove Chengjun Prison—that is, the former Guozijian—to watch the supervisor's exam, and thought about it. I came up with some sermons: Since my mother ordered me to compile a book, I had an excuse to contact court scholars. The first time I read medical books, I saw mostly medical people. Etiquette, articles, and so on, what you see is naturally very different. In the matter of self-editing books, although you may not be able to see a person clearly, you can always understand his knowledge, temperament, and way of doing things. It is better for me to sit at home and wait for people to come to the door. The best thing is that these things will never be named in my name. and I are of great benefit.As for whether these people can succeed, they are somewhat loyal to me-I am afraid that at present, they can only rely on quantity over quality.

I was rubbing my forehead with some headaches, and was about to order the palace servants to change the fruit drink into tea, when I heard my mother's voice saying: "You are so young, why are you sighing?" I quickly got up and looked back, and said to my mother: "Mother. "Looking up at her neatly made up, splendid red robe, gold silk belt, and cloud platform shoes, she knew that she attached great importance to this supervisory examination, so she asked jokingly: "My mother is back, what can I see?" Articles? Listen to a sentence or two, and feel a bit refined."

My mother snorted, and said, "Chengjun Supervisor's style of study is getting worse every day—it's worse than you were at that time." While talking, she waved to me.

I, who had never been in a prison in Chengjun, was innocently shot by an arrow, so I could only lean over with a wry smile, and bent slightly so that my mother could look at me. Mo, looked at my face and raised his eyebrows: "Is it a headache, or something on your mind?"

I was about to tell her about Li Zhaode, so I said generously: "My head doesn't hurt, it's because Yuan Yue received many gifts, I don't know how to return them, I want to ask A Niang for instructions."

Mother withdrew her hand calmly, walked forward a few steps, and sat where I was sitting just now: "Huh?"

I said: "Most of them are close relatives, such as my sister, San Lang, and several cousins ​​of the Wu family, as well as a few who have regular contacts, such as Master Shangguan, who are in ordinary contacts and dare not disturb my mother. There is only one Li Suzheng, who has never had any contact with my son, but gave me a big gift, it is not good for my son to return, and it seems that it is not good if I do not return, I have no choice, so I can only ask my mother, and ask her majesty for advice." I handed over the excerpted gift list and presented it to my mother with my own hands. When I looked up, I saw Ah Qing standing next to my mother. I thought that she probably had my list in there too—small things like whose gift I received on weekdays may not be easy. Report to my mother, this time it is related to the courtiers, and it is the first year I have been released from Yeting, but it is necessary to report, but the report will only be rough, otherwise there will be more than a thousand courtiers, mother only looks at these Trivial things are annoying enough - but I don't know if there is any difference between the one she gave to my mother and the one I gave to my mother?Is there anything in my residence that my mother or Ah Qing have cared about, but I haven't noticed?

My mother just glanced at the list with my hand, and looked at Wan'er with half-raised eyebrows: "Li Zhaode? The one who wrote a letter to persuade me to follow Yao and Shun and be lenient?" Ting Wan'er said, "Return to Your Majesty, that's right. He is The Li family in Longxi, the son of Qianyou, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment."

My mother looked at me: "Did he also send you a post in mid-September? You also asked me to ask someone to write a poem for you to return to him. Didn't the Zheng family be given to you at that time? Why, Now you want to ask someone to return the gift for you?"

I laughed and said, "Lan Sheng is strict in handling things. With her, I don't have to worry about ordinary business matters, but this Li Suzheng is not an ordinary business..." I had already thought of a lot of good words, and I was going to forcefully recommend Li Zhaode to my mother. ——It is expected that since she is willing to keep this person, she must have some appreciation for it——After thinking about it, she simply knelt down: "To tell you the truth, A Niang, I think he has nothing to do to show his courtesy, so he must have something in his heart." I didn't want to talk to him at first. But among the gifts he gave was a piece of "Duck Head Pill Post" by Zheng Gonglin of Wei, my son...is very moved." Slowly lying on his mother's lap, he said: "I think he is a courtier, and what he wants is nothing more than Even if you are promoted to a noble, this person has good family background, qualifications, and ability, A Niang can use anyone, and others are not as clever as him, why don't you give him a try?"

The smile on the mother's face had already faded a bit, but now she laughed again and said: "You are very calculating, you accept the gift from others, and come to me to ask for favors to pay back, the benefits are all for you, and you treat the court officials as a trifle!"

I saw that my mother's face was calm, and I knew that her heart had been moved. I looked up at her, and was about to ask for a few more words, but my mother smiled at Wan'er and said, "What does Wan Qing think?"

Wan'er bowed her head and said respectfully: "The world is His Majesty's world, the officials are His Majesty's officials, the imperial court is a public property in the world, but it is a house for Your Majesty. Whoever your Majesty wants to give it to, whoever you don't want to give it to. I won’t give it to anyone, concubines dare not speak nonsense.”

My heart moved, and I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, but my mother smiled and pointed at Wan'er and said, "You 'master' didn't call for nothing, people have already spoken for your disciple, why don't you thank her?"

When I heard that, I turned to Wan'er: "Thank you, Master Shangguan."

Wan'er hurriedly turned to avoid it, but her mother refused: "You suffer."

I speculated about my mother's intentions, and said with a smile: "Even in an ordinary family, the servants around my mother, the sons and daughters, should treat each other respectfully when they see each other. My teacher?" He took a step forward, gave Wan'er the apprentice gift, and said: "Master's gift, all in a wooden box, read it from time to time, hoping to improve."

Seeing the smile on my mother's face, I know that she likes me and I am humble. There is hope for Li Zhaode's affairs, but there is not much joy in her heart--Wan'er is right, the world is the emperor's world, the officials are the emperor's officials, the court is a public weapon in the world, In the royal family, it is nothing more than private property. From this, the emperor, imperial relatives, important ministers, family members, and small officials... are passed down layer by layer. The slave of everyone is the master of the small family, and the slave of the small family is the household of the common people. , In the whole world, is it the land of the king, and the shore of the land, is it the subject of the king.

All people are not created equal.

The previous life I have experienced, the world where everyone should be equal in law and name despite many loopholes, does not exist here.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Li Taiping, a progressive young man in the Zhou Kingdom: Come, carry it with me, prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness...

Zetian, the head of the feudal patriarchal forces: (The child has lost his head in reading, most of it is the fault of the teacher and classmates) Cut off Wei Shulin, Cui, A, Wei, and Pei.Xu Jingzong dug his grave.

Li *zheng* Taiping: Mom, I was wrong/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

False *little theater *false * end of the whole play.